“It is more than that, April.” Then he broke his cardinal rule—never get involved with a client—hauled her into his arms, slid his hands into her heavy red hair and very thoroughly kissed her.
It’s only a kiss, April told herself. They both knew it couldn’t go any further. She was a client. He was her hired detective. Men were out to kill her and Jonah was there to find and stop them.
But as his mouth moved hotly over hers, as she felt the rush of heat and the streak of longing, she opened to him, inviting him in. Hard bands of muscle pressed into her unfettered breasts and hot need burned through her. Liquid heat slid into the place between her legs and her nipples peaked beneath the T-shirt.
Jonah’s big hands cupped the back of her head, holding her in place as he ravaged her mouth, and she molded her body full-length against his. She could feel his erection, thick and hard, feel his hunger.
“We can’t do this,” he whispered between scorching kisses, but he didn’t stop, just kept kissing her, first one way and then another.
“We’re safe here,” she pointed out. “No one knows about this place.”
Jonah kissed the side of her neck. “No,” he softly conceded. “No one knows.” For a moment she was sure he would stop. Instead, he pulled the T-shirt off over her head and his dark gaze roamed over her, the hunger in his eyes making her tremble.
“Beautiful,” he said, cupping a plump breast, scraping his fingertip across her stiff nipple. Lowering his head, he took the fullness into his mouth and her knees went weak.
“Jonah...”
Hot, wet kisses trailed over her throat and shoulders. “I want you so damn much.” He took her mouth again, tasting and sampling, his tongue sliding over hers, making her burn.
“Tell me to stop,” he said. “Remind me who you are and why this can’t happen.”
She slid her fingers into the silky black hair curling at the nape of his neck and leaned into him. “I don’t want you to stop. We don’t know what might happen tomorrow. We both want this. We deserve tonight.”
He groaned low in his throat. April dragged his black T-shirt off over his head and took a moment to admire his hard, perfectly sculpted body, the muscles across his chest and the ladder of muscle down his stomach.
She pressed her mouth against a flat copper nipple and Jonah hissed in a breath. When April leaned up and kissed him, Jonah allowed her a moment of control before he took over, deepening the kiss, turning it hotter and even more fierce.
Scooping her into his arms, he carried her down the hall into the bedroom and set her on her feet beside the bed. It didn’t take long before both of them were naked, Jonah’s heavy weight pressing her down on the mattress.
He kissed her, long and deep. “You sure about this?”
Was she sure? Not at all. She wondered if she should stop before it was too late for her heart. But she wanted this, couldn’t remember ever wanting a man the way she wanted Jonah. She wasn’t sure she would ever feel this way again.
“Very sure,” she said.
Jonah started kissing her and this time he didn’t stop. She was moaning his name, arching beneath him, when he tore open a condom and sheathed himself, kissed her again and drove himself deep inside. Pleasure, sweet and sharp, burned through her and she couldn’t stop a moan.
Jonah kissed the side of her neck. “I won’t let anyone hurt you,” he said softly.
Her throat tightened and her eyes stung. “I know.” She trusted Jonah to keep her safe. He was sure to break her heart, but she had a feeling it was already too late to avoid it.
Seating himself even more deeply, he started to move, slowly at first, drawing out the moment, the incredible sensations, then faster, deeper, harder, exactly the way she wanted him to. She wrapped herself around him and felt the wildness pouring through her, felt the building heat. She had never been so hot, so needy.
She dug her fingers into his powerful shoulders and cried his name as she reached her peak, biting her bottom lip as pleasure washed through her and her body trembled with bliss. Seconds later, Jonah’s muscles went rigid as he reached his own release, his fierce need and driving passion sending her over once more.
They lay quiet for a while, letting their heartbeats slow. Jonah kissed her softly one last time, eased away and disappeared into the bathroom to take care of the condom.
She was growing drowsy when he returned, his hard body stretching out on the mattress beside her. Leaning over, he kissed her and April opened to him, deepening the kiss, turning it hotter, wilder, arousing him fully again.
“I knew once wouldn’t be enough,” he whispered, nibbling an earlobe, then taking her mouth once more.
April’s sleepiness was gone.
Once with Jonah Wolfe wasn’t enough for her, either.
CHAPTER TEN
THEHOURSSLIPPEDpast and with them came the cold light of day. Jonah had never been good at morning-afters. He preferred to leave after sex rather than wake up in bed with a woman he barely knew. It was the reason he almost never took a woman home with him.
